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tomatoes began to circle each other rapidly in the air.
Invisible Zack was juggling them. Showing off, as usual. He was always bragging about how he
could juggle, and we couldn’t.
It took a while for Mr. Evander to notice.
But when he finally saw the three tomatoes spinning around in midair a few feet in front of him,
his eyes bugged out and his face turned as red as the tomatoes!
“Oh!” he cried. He let the weeds fall from his hands. And then he just stared at the spinning
tomatoes, like he was frozen.
Zack tossed the tomatoes higher as he juggled.
April and Erin held hands over their mouths to stifle their laughter. They thought Zack’s stunt
was a real hoot. But I just wanted to get Zack back up to the attic.
“Hey, Mary! Mary!” Mr. Evander started calling to his wife. “Mary—come out here! You’ve got
to see this! Mary!”
A few seconds later, his wife came running across the yard, a frightened expression on her face.
“Mike, what’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
“Look—these tomatoes are twirling in the air!” Mr. Evander cried, motioning wildly for her to
hurry.
Zack let the tomatoes fall to the ground.
“Where?” Mrs. Evander asked breathlessly, running as fast as she could.
“There. Look!” Mr. Evander pointed.
“I don’t see any tomatoes,” Mrs. Evander said, stopping in front of her husband, panting loudly.
“Yes! They’re spinning. They’re—”
“Those tomatoes?” Mrs. Evander asked, pointing to the three tomatoes on the ground.
“Well… yes. They were twirling around, and—” Looking terribly confused, Mr. Evander
scratched the back of his neck.
“Mike, how long have you been out in the sun?” his wife scolded. “Didn’t I tell you to wear a
cap?”
“Uh… I’ll be in in a few minutes,” Mr. Evander said softly, staring down at the tomatoes.
As soon as Mrs. Evander turned and headed back to the house, the three tomatoes floated up
from the ground and began twirling in the air again.
“Mary, look!” Mr. Evander shouted excitedly. “Look—quick! They’re doing it again!”
Zack let the tomatoes drop to the ground.
Mrs. Evander spun around and stared into empty space. “Mike, you’d better come with me
—right now,” she insisted. She hurried back, grabbed Mr. Evander by the arm, and pulled him away.
The poor man looked totally bewildered, staring at the tomatoes on the ground, still scratching the
back of his neck as his wife pulled him to the house.
“Hey, this is awesome!” Zack cried, right in front of me.
Erin and April collapsed in wild giggles. I had to admit it was pretty funny. We laughed about it
for a while. Then we sneaked back into the house and up to the attic.
In the safety of the little room, we laughed some more about Zack’s juggling stunt. Zack bragged
that he was the world’s first invisible juggler.
Then, at twelve minutes, Zack suddenly stopped answering us.